I'm no barbie doll, I'm not your baby girl.
I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes.
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines.
I'm rotten to my core, if they're to be believed.
So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud.
You're driving me crazy.
You're not some little boy, why are you acting so surprised?
You're sick of all the rules.
Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think I'm going to choke.
I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat.
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?
Nothing ever came from nothing, man! Oh man, ain't that the truth?
I think you're sleeping with a friend of mine.
And you've still got the most beautiful face.
It just makes me sad most of the time.
(Garbage)
